Christian Colon, second base. Alcides Escobar, shortstop.
Miranda clenches around me again, and I have to change positions so I don’t blow this beautiful thing we have going on. I flip her on her knees and run my hands down her spine. She arches her back like the good little kitten she is, and I thrust into her, hard. Her moans are my new drug, and they’re instantly addictive.
We move together, desperate, in rapid thrusts. She plays with herself again, moving between her nipples, so hot, and I can’t take it anymore. I slip one finger into her ass, put another on her clit, and fuck her so hard I’m seeing stars. In seconds, she screams out my name and I’m right behind her. The orgasm is huge and heady, making me feel dizzy, but I fuck through it until my legs threaten to give out.
We collapse in a heap on the bed and crawl into each other. She kisses me again, and between the alcohol and the fucking, I fall asleep with her nestled in the crook of my arm. She’s no Gus, but she’s a pretty fantastic substitute.
I wake up around two a.m. in desperate need for a piss. The bed is empty.
I fist pump my way to the bathroom. Excellent night was quite excellent.
Chapter Five
Miranda
W ell , Christ on a cupcake. Was last night ever a night . How many authors can brag about hooking up with a cover model? Okay, probably a lot, but whatever. I never could, until last night, and so I’m going to dance my ass off in the shower. And out of the shower. And as I’m getting dressed. And as I’m making coffee. Which I said I was going to spike with Bailey’s yesterday, but today it got upgraded to the full Irish with Jameson too, because celebration, bitches.
I got laid! By a supremely hot guy with killer oral skills!
My goodies quiver at the thought of him. Oh, man, today is going to be fun.
“Knock knock!” Jane lets herself in, armed with her bags and a box of donuts. “I thought you could use a real breakfast this morning.”
“I love you.” I hug her and pour out some coffee, still grinning like an idiot. Yesterday’s spirit of generosity has expanded, so not only does she get the big cup, I let her choose the pink sprinkle donut. It matters not that she picked it out for herself, I could have totally taken it. But I didn’t because I am a new woman today.
“Good first day?” she asks, surveying me. “You look awfully happy. Glowing, matter of fact. Wait. Wait. Did you…oh my god, who did you bang?” Such intuition! No wonder she’s a great nurse. Jane claps her hands and bounces on her heels. “Details! Details!”
“Guilty!” I sing, spreading my arms wide and doing a spin. “With one of the models! Can you believe it? Me! With a model!”
“Of course I can believe it. This was the plan. You’re gorgeous.”
“Whatever. Your makeup skills landed me a dick whose attached gorgeous guy graces countless covers of slutty fiction.” I am floating. Floating!
This grin won’t fall off my face if I pay it. And I like it that way. I graciously offer the second best donut to Jane (I am unrecognizable as my former self) and plop down on a barstool so she can do my makeup. Instead, she just crosses her arms and stares at me.
“What?” I take advantage of the break to enjoy a luxurious bite of cruller.
“Details!” She nudges me. “Tell me everything. What’s he like? Where’s he from? How good was he? And which covers?”
“Okay!” I grin even wider. Tell you about my sexual exploits? God, yes, please. I’d tell the Pope. “We met at the hotel bar last night after the final panel. You know I wanted to go to the Entwined party—”
“Because they need to sign you, like, yesterday. Yes.”
“Exactly. Well, I was on people overload, as you do, and went to grab a drink at the hotel bar first. I really needed to loosen up and process everything before I dove into a party.”
“You writers and your introversion.” Jane wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. “So cute.”
“Writing
Miranda clenches around me again, and I have to change positions so I don’t blow this beautiful thing we have going on. I flip her on her knees and run my hands down her spine. She arches her back like the good little kitten she is, and I thrust into her, hard. Her moans are my new drug, and they’re instantly addictive.
We move together, desperate, in rapid thrusts. She plays with herself again, moving between her nipples, so hot, and I can’t take it anymore. I slip one finger into her ass, put another on her clit, and fuck her so hard I’m seeing stars. In seconds, she screams out my name and I’m right behind her. The orgasm is huge and heady, making me feel dizzy, but I fuck through it until my legs threaten to give out.
We collapse in a heap on the bed and crawl into each other. She kisses me again, and between the alcohol and the fucking, I fall asleep with her nestled in the crook of my arm. She’s no Gus, but she’s a pretty fantastic substitute.
I wake up around two a.m. in desperate need for a piss. The bed is empty.
I fist pump my way to the bathroom. Excellent night was quite excellent.
Chapter Five
Miranda
W ell , Christ on a cupcake. Was last night ever a night . How many authors can brag about hooking up with a cover model? Okay, probably a lot, but whatever. I never could, until last night, and so I’m going to dance my ass off in the shower. And out of the shower. And as I’m getting dressed. And as I’m making coffee. Which I said I was going to spike with Bailey’s yesterday, but today it got upgraded to the full Irish with Jameson too, because celebration, bitches.
I got laid! By a supremely hot guy with killer oral skills!
My goodies quiver at the thought of him. Oh, man, today is going to be fun.
“Knock knock!” Jane lets herself in, armed with her bags and a box of donuts. “I thought you could use a real breakfast this morning.”
“I love you.” I hug her and pour out some coffee, still grinning like an idiot. Yesterday’s spirit of generosity has expanded, so not only does she get the big cup, I let her choose the pink sprinkle donut. It matters not that she picked it out for herself, I could have totally taken it. But I didn’t because I am a new woman today.
“Good first day?” she asks, surveying me. “You look awfully happy. Glowing, matter of fact. Wait. Wait. Did you…oh my god, who did you bang?” Such intuition! No wonder she’s a great nurse. Jane claps her hands and bounces on her heels. “Details! Details!”
“Guilty!” I sing, spreading my arms wide and doing a spin. “With one of the models! Can you believe it? Me! With a model!”
“Of course I can believe it. This was the plan. You’re gorgeous.”
“Whatever. Your makeup skills landed me a dick whose attached gorgeous guy graces countless covers of slutty fiction.” I am floating. Floating!
This grin won’t fall off my face if I pay it. And I like it that way. I graciously offer the second best donut to Jane (I am unrecognizable as my former self) and plop down on a barstool so she can do my makeup. Instead, she just crosses her arms and stares at me.
“What?” I take advantage of the break to enjoy a luxurious bite of cruller.
“Details!” She nudges me. “Tell me everything. What’s he like? Where’s he from? How good was he? And which covers?”
“Okay!” I grin even wider. Tell you about my sexual exploits? God, yes, please. I’d tell the Pope. “We met at the hotel bar last night after the final panel. You know I wanted to go to the Entwined party—”
“Because they need to sign you, like, yesterday. Yes.”
“Exactly. Well, I was on people overload, as you do, and went to grab a drink at the hotel bar first. I really needed to loosen up and process everything before I dove into a party.”
“You writers and your introversion.” Jane wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. “So cute.”
“Writing
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